The door opened again, and another woman rushed in, her head on a swivel, panicked eyes darting around the place. As soon as she saw me, her hands flew to her mouth, and her face crumbled. She ran over and threw her arms around my waist as her head thudded into my chest.

“Ash!” she said, trembling as she squeezed tight. “Oh, God, Ash. I can’t believe it!”

I wanted to argue my name was Brad, but with it now being four against one, the effort seemed pointless. Besides, I had no idea how else to respond to her emotional outburst, and so I didn’t speak. Instead, I gently pushed her away and stepped back, taking in her jaw-length raven hair, and watery, piercing gray eyes she now searched my face with, making me feel like she was somehow peering into my soul. This was Maya? And she was my sister? Christ, how I wanted to remember her. I scoured every part of my brain for the slightest trace, but found only a deep, dark void where everything about my past should have been.

“Talk to me,” she whispered, and her husky tones were definitely the ones I’d heard earlier on the phone. No question. This was the woman I’d spoken to.

“I think there’s something wrong with him,” Fiona said quietly. “Why doesn’t he recognize any of us? It’s like he has amnesia or something.”

“Amnesia?” Maya said, turning her head but keeping her eyes on me. “Ash, what happened to you?”

“I don’t know who I am,” I said, my newly found voice rising along with the alarm growing inside me. All these people surrounding me, telling me my name was Ash, not Brad, and that Maya and I were related... It made me feel cornered. Hands and voice shaking, I said, “I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know—”

“I’m still calling bullshit,” Keenan said. “It’s an act.”

“Why are you even here?” Maya threw him a disgusted look before turning her attention back to me, her face softening. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I don’t remember.” It came out way more forcefully than I’d intended, and she recoiled a little, making me want to kick myself. If she knew me, maybe she could help. Her and Fiona’s concern felt genuine, not like Keenan, who stared at me now as if he’d be happy to set me on fire, providing he’d doused me with an accelerant first to make sure he finished the job.

“But you called me,” Maya said. “You dialed my cell.”

“The numbers kept running through my mind,” I said quietly. “I didn’t know why.”

“Go to a hospital,” Fiona said. “Seriously, he needs to get checked out.”